WHERE THE SONG OF CANTICLES
igor parra
where else but in your eyes do I read
those ancient poems
where else but in your lips will I go
I'll go mumbling burning verses
where but in your neck and arms
I'll remember remote forgetfulness
and in your honey breasts
to lie like a thirsty bird
and go along paths of kisses
and sighs to your centre
and descend to your columns
walking on my hands
then your lips decline
sighs wrapped in saliva
and I recite you deeper
until we die living
